“I'm teaching it to her.”
“I see.”
“I will be home for dinner, of course. You—you don't need me for anything, do you?”
“No,” she said. Then, with a low laugh: “You may be excused for the day, my son.”
“What's wrong?” he demanded, lowering his voice.
“Wrong? Nothing is wrong. Everything seems right to me. Your father and I have been discussing the trip abroad.”
“Is—is it settled?”
“Yes. We are to sail on the twenty-fifth—in ten days.”
“Settled, eh?”
“Yes.”